Once I Return

Once I return

Sitting here all alone
Wondering where it all went wrong
Chasing your roots without a care in the world
Without a word uttered from you
Am left here thinking what did I do...
Like the stranger at the bus stop
The beggar woman in the rain
The words I've been writing, just for you
Without a word from you; here we go
Even the posters on the wall reminds me of you
The steamy tea so welcoming by you
The bookshop, you're so fond of
Even that little girl with her paper boat
I can visualise me as a child but with a kite
Letting it rip in the air;
Can still hear it ripping through the air
The young boy along the footpath running
As the rain came without any warning soaked through
That flowering magnolia tree so beautiful
Hanging its branches as in a prayer!
Touching the ground laden heavily like tears
The road you knew so well refrain, not
Forget can, not doesn't stop you;
Your roots are calling to you equivocally
& just like you,
Hearing you can not the whispering-s in the wind;
At the book shop where we all stop,
Just to listen,
To the verses of poetry spoken by those
Spoken by all in the vicinity
Deeply ingrained in their souls their mentality
We're all enthralled by those verses of love
Meaning, not anything at all whatever they say;
This city of joy art literature the poetry.
This life of writing that can not make a writer
Or indeed a poet of me
Softly I whisper your name in my mind
You went away without a goodbye
Everything, we shared after all
Giving you shelter giving you my love
Once I return my love
Once I return!

By Connie James